[ Yato's head knows that causing people pain is definitely no good, but the part of him that's beyond pinpointing, the part that feels aimless and free from consequence -- even worse, inconsequential -- longs to take matters into his own hands. To do what he can do better than anyone else.

But this isn't a tangent he wants to get into, so he won't argue the point. ]

I won't do it again. Happy?

[ He won't cut off anyone's hands, anyway. Not intentionally? It wasn't what he was looking to do in the first place. ]

You got that sword of yours from Retrospec. You're a swordsman in your memories, aren't you?